Then the earth Finally stops rotating Thrown away from its orbits Full blown trumpets sound Shall bring forth the wind That yeeted mountains From their roots Stir the waves Within restless ocean Waking the expectant beast From its "afternoon" nap Long story short Basically We're screwed...

this time I choose to drift away by not echoing the sound of projection and reality deafening collision knot my own tongue and put my ego inside a cabinet afraid to catch any stray bullet for I am just another shard from a fractured image of relentless strive for ideal--

infinitely close to zero if you're asking me the probability of emerging conscious life out of nowhere at this equally minuscule chance to form a life bearing, planet size space rock so whenever you're feeling down, or drowned just remember these bread crumbs solid matter existed only after brutal...Read more

Rain or shine First snow, or yellowing leaves You are the weather And I am Earth, your humble abode--

Trigger warning : Metaphorical gun, subtle suggestion, and dark humour. Please read with sunny heart, cause I intended it as a report of an imaginary confrontation with my own intrusive thought. so long as I put my finger near the trigger Ohh, it took you long enough The mocking voice Ma...Read more

dancing madly theatrical display of a failure to contains the restricted choreos from a marionette that thrives by cutting all the strings methodically uncoordinated improvisation from the one who bleeds their finger what is a doll that won't coerced to acts like it should defiant, or broken? or swa...Read more

tens trillion strands of double helix structures that shared the burdens of existence driven and shaped add and absorb ruminating through all those remnants of once becoming a macrocosm inside this microcosm that audaciously declared that we were... book that writes itself while our ending outlined ...Read more

He had sung every note, whistled every tone, spoken every syllable, hummed every rhythm. He held it long enough to echo across the great forest— a hymn of loneliness, a call for companions. But it never returned, nor did he expect it to, for he was the last songstress bird, a cadence of willful e...Read more

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow But today, and right now To the river we row against its slithering flow Concealed fangs of the deep and shallow Between stones and drifting logs, our patched bow Forward through rattling cascade above or below Swirling along every bend, and each hasty stow Towa...Read more

Rereading poems from yesterday, worth all the cringes 😬

weary swings, mended cracks wobbly gait, screaming joints a dive in, parts of the routine pulling out leftover bit of those glorious days spilled here and there amidst roar, and cough of the old tinkered exhaustion doesn't seep in it's always there— with each ups and downs a verdict car...Read more

on earliest shine of the morning sun at June 6th expectant hearts and excited crowds towering folded sails boxes of bland hardtack and sneaky barrels of rum visions bared, compass laid oi Oi oI OI captain hands on the wheel and whistle blew the folded sails unfurled wide seamen scramble screams good...Read more

So to speak Strength slowly seeps out Extrapolated small doubts Nihilist trains of thought Keep coming back and forth Rush or impulsive ruse And so I keep it reined Dearly beloved...

let me out...! said faceless gritty voice in my hollow numbskull within every swing deliberate hit and rough lines reminds me of a yellow square anthropomorphic sponge that once wielded the chisel me too come to answer the calls and unearth the figures inside this unpolished block from foreign qu...Read more

Like a moth that attracted to fire Once I fell for, the full moon I saw While downing my wine sip by sip In a sorrowful mood of loneliness With poems I tried to tell its beauty But still, it constantly revolves, unmoved With paintings I tried to capture its charm But its graceful glow, wanes ceasele...Read more